Grinder:
Where is my daughter?
Oh, if I caught her,
If I could find her
Chorus:
Grinder, it's Grinder!
Yes, it's Grinder!
(They slap him on the back.)
Grinder:
Oh, confound it, don't do that,
I've a blister on my back.
Someone said she'd wandered here,
And with Carboy too, I fear:
My wicked daughter!
Chorus:
Grinder, it's Grinder!
Yes, it's Grinder!
(They slap him on the back.)
Grinder:
Oh, confound it, don't do that,
I've a blister on my back.
And what with the potion,
And what with the lotion,
I haven't a notion
What to expect.
Chorus:
What with the potion,
What with the lotion,
Poor old Grinder,
We pity you much.
| Off Monroe Players (2001) |